Diary

Global 33

“Tapas that couldn’t be better unless it was topless” is how fans describe this “hip” East Village eatery “rich on kitsch.” While the decor borders on “the interior of Disney’s Space Mountain,” the tiny dishes of spicy sausages, rare tuna, mashed sweet potatoes and polenta make for “a sweet dash of dinner” before heading off to the clubs. A swell addition is the nice downtown mix of music that pumps through the speakers as you “eat yourself silly on exotic apps.” Beware, the high scale drinks are so costly that “you’ll say holy fucking shit” the minute you get the bill. [JK]